Chapter 12 — Three Weeks Earlier

Because three weeks before that night, I had already changed the trust.

It had not been suspicion of murder that moved me — I was not there yet — but something smaller and colder that would not leave me alone.

I had found a series of unauthorized wire transfers out of one of our joint accounts, small enough to miss, regular enough to notice if you were the kind of person who read every statement, which I was.

I had not confronted him.